Ghost Lion Crag don't worry about him, he's getting fired in the morning.

she moved as violent away from him as he from her, falling backward into the stream; her limbs couldn't seem to keep up with the sudden shock. a yelp slipped past her maw, and heat rose to her face a slow moment later. the suddeness of his change put just the right amount of fear into her to still her tongue entirely, not that she would have known what to say, in any case. shoulders stiffened as if expecting a blow, though no trace of agression carved her own features. his last words were only just out of his mouth before she pulled herself from the winding stream and sought to increase the distance between them. he turned away, and at a total loss, Vuk simply set to climbing up the way she'd came, fighting to stop the trembling in her chest, unsure whether to hate him or curse herself. she settled, for now, on avoidance.